fic: Looking for What's His Name [Jason/Annabeth, R]
Title: Looking for What's His Name
Author: luvscharlie
Written For: poptartmuse
Rating: R
Characters/Ships: Jason Grace/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers through The Lost Hero
Notes: I hope you enjoy this poptartmuse. I had a good time with your prompt. I figured that Annabeth would certainly go in search of her love, but Jason might be a great bit of distraction along the way (he'd surely distract me!)
"The things I do for love." - Ser Jaime Lannister, Game of Thrones
"How much farther is it?" Jason asked as they made their way through the thick of the forest. They'd been walking for days, and it was growing harder and harder to keep Jason on task.
"Jason Grace, I swear, if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to hit you with a tree branch or a really big rock." Annabeth gritted her teeth and walked on. She was covered in mosquito bites (none had bit him-no doubt because he tasted terrible and she was sweet as pie). She was tired (he seemed to have boundless energy, and eternal complaints about how long this journey was taking). And dammit, the hardest thing of all was that she missed Percy. She missed him a lot. The only thing that was keeping her putting one foot in front of the other was that at the end of these eternal footsteps was the promise of Percy. The promise of her love. She grimaced again. She was becoming disgustingly purple and prosey in her head, and that was beneath her.
That was probably Jason's fault too. She gave him her best glare.
"Okay, well somebody peed in your cereal this morning. You know what? Lately, you're like the grumpiest of grumpy gusses. It's very unattractive."
Boys! Could they be any more obnoxious? She whirled around and pointed a finger in his face. "And you're-you're-" far too gorgeous for my own good. Damn shame she couldn't just say it. But she loved Percy. She did. She just hadn't been around him recently and some of that Percy!love had worn off. It would be revived when she saw him again, and she'd stop thinking about just how yummy delicious Jason Grace was.
"I'm what?"
"A pain in the butt." Oh the things I'd like to do with your butt. She thumped herself on the head. Stop it, stop it, stop it!
"You know, you weren't nearly so grumpy back at Camp Half-blood before we started off on this Go Save Percy Mission. You were the one who insisted that we set off before the others and now you're all bitter. What crawled in your underwear?"
"Gods, I know what I'd like to crawl in my underwear."
"Huh?"
"EEP! Did I say that out loud?" Annabeth could feel her face heating up and the desire to find a big old hole to swallow her up was almost more than she could bear. And it wasn't helping one little bit that Jason was standing there with that knowing smirk, blond hair having grown out just enough so that it fell rakishly over his brow. She caught herself just as she was about to brush it back out of his eye.
"You sure did."
Annabeth did the only thing she could think of to save the situation and keep a shred of her dignity. She turned the tables on him. "You put a spell on me, Jason Grace."
He continued to smirk and propped himself against a nearby tree. "You realize we're not at Hogwarts, right? Yer not a wizard, Harry." He did a perfect imitation of Hagrid, only Hagrid probably wasn't nearly so condescending.
She had a love-hate relationship with that smirk. "You're probably using one of your father's sneaky underworld tricks."
"Which would work if my father was Lord of the Underworld. Which he isn't," said Mr. Smoldering Sexy Smirk.
"So you say, but I'm not so sure." She could feel her argument growing thinner by the moment, but Annabeth had jumped in with both feet and there was no backing out of it now. "I mean, it's not as if I have any proof or-"
Jason snapped his fingers and thunder crackled and lightning flashed.
"That's just showing off."
"Does it turn you on?" Jason asked.
"It makes me want to punch you." Then climb on top of you, rip off your clothes and do unspeakable things to you.
"Would you be doing that bit of punching in your underwear? I'd hate to get off the subject since you had so much to say about what you wanted to crawl in it."
"Argh!" She tried to pull ahead of him, walking so that he couldn't see her humiliated face. Unfortunately, he had one of the most commanding physiques she'd ever seen and he had no trouble keeping up with her. He even went so far as to pull ahead of her and walk backwards so that he could smile mockingly at her with that devil-may-care grin of his. The only bit of satisfaction she got was when he tripped over a rock and fell on his nicely-shaped ass… and he even took that away by yelling and grabbing for his ankle. She hadn't really wanted him to hurt anything except his pride, which could use a few dents.
Squatting down beside him, Annabeth reached for his ankle. "It's all fun and games until someone falls on his butt and makes an ass out of himself, huh? Let me see your ankle, you big dork."
Jason obligingly held out his foot and only gave a mild grunt of protest when Annabeth removed his sneaker. Then, before she knew what was happening, his hand tangled painfully in her hair and he pulled her towards him. His lips were on hers before she could offer a token protest. Annabeth could feel him smiling as he kissed her and she almost pulled away and boxed his ears a good one, but then his tongue slid across her lips and his arms pulled her closer so that she was straddling his thighs. One hand touched his face and her mouth opened to the pressure of his tongue. She had been kissed many, many times by her wayward boyfriend, but it had never felt like this. Jason's tongue invaded her mouth and stole her breath and made her heart beat in triple time. When he pulled away from her, she was embarrassed at the whine of protest that squeaked past her lips.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," he said.
"I-I have a boyfriend." It didn't sound like much of a protest, even to her own ears, so she could only imagine how weak it sounded to Jason. And fuck, she couldn't remember said boyfriend's name. She was reaching out in search of it only to find a blank spot in her mind. Jason had kissed her stupid. The fucker. He was even giving her a gutter-mind-the gorgeous bastard.
"Yeah, him. I guess we still need to go find Percy."
Percy! Oh thank the gods. That was his name. She hated feeling that blank spot in her mind. She was the smart one. Her mind was never blank. Clearly this was all Jason's fault. She'd do well to stay away from him.
"So, do I get to kiss you again?" Jason asked.
"Uh-huh," she found herself saying. She wasn't so sure he didn't graduate with honors from Hogwarts. He certainly had placed a spell on her; that was the only explanation she could find. A stupid spell. A please come and kiss me spell. An I'm gonna kiss you and you're gonna like it spell. And boy, did she ever like it. That second kiss was even more enchanting than the first.
Soon, she was kissing him back with vigor, and she'd stopped trying to remember her boyfriend's name, because she didn't care what it was anymore. She only wanted to lose herself in Jason's kiss, to feel his hands on her body, to run her tongue back and forth over the tattoo on his arm and search his body to see if there were any other markings gracing his skin.
"Tell me you want me," said Mr. Smug.
"Don't make me say it." She pulled her shirt over her head and felt herself grow warm as his eyes swept over her bra. She said a silent thank you that she wasn't wearing her bra that was covered in tiny Kermit the Frogs. This one was actually nice and lacy and black. And it had Jason's undivided attention. He licked his lips in appreciation.
"What are you doing? A few minutes ago, you hated me."
"I never hated you. I wanted to hate you. It was easier if I hated you." Annabeth found that she was accepting that truth as she said it.
"And now?" Jason asked with a tilt of his head and a shift of his thighs making her all too aware of the brazen way she was straddling him.
She scooted back towards his knees a bit, and gulped before she found the confidence to answer. "Now, I just want you to kiss me again."
"Am I kissing you to make you forget Percy, or kissing you to make you remember me?"
She cocked her head and stroked a hand down his cheek. "I guess that depends on how good you are."
He was good. So very good. He grabbed her jeans-clad ass and pulled her up onto his lap so that she could feel the bulge in his jeans and ground down onto him instinctively. He groaned in appreciation, and pulled the cups of her bra up over her breasts leaving them free to fall into his hands. His thumbs stroked across her nipples and she tossed her head back and arched her back pressing her tits more firmly into his palms. To her horror, she opened her eyes and saw an upside down Percy standing there and staring with his mouth agape and his arms crossed over his chest.
"We were looking for you," she squeaked.
"I'm not hiding in your bra."
Author: luvscharlie
Written For: poptartmuse
Rating: R
Characters/Ships: Jason Grace/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers through The Lost Hero
Notes: I hope you enjoy this poptartmuse. I had a good time with your prompt. I figured that Annabeth would certainly go in search of her love, but Jason might be a great bit of distraction along the way (he'd surely distract me!)
"The things I do for love." - Ser Jaime Lannister, Game of Thrones
"How much farther is it?" Jason asked as they made their way through the thick of the forest. They'd been walking for days, and it was growing harder and harder to keep Jason on task.
"Jason Grace, I swear, if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to hit you with a tree branch or a really big rock." Annabeth gritted her teeth and walked on. She was covered in mosquito bites (none had bit him-no doubt because he tasted terrible and she was sweet as pie). She was tired (he seemed to have boundless energy, and eternal complaints about how long this journey was taking). And dammit, the hardest thing of all was that she missed Percy. She missed him a lot. The only thing that was keeping her putting one foot in front of the other was that at the end of these eternal footsteps was the promise of Percy. The promise of her love. She grimaced again. She was becoming disgustingly purple and prosey in her head, and that was beneath her.
That was probably Jason's fault too. She gave him her best glare.
"Okay, well somebody peed in your cereal this morning. You know what? Lately, you're like the grumpiest of grumpy gusses. It's very unattractive."
Boys! Could they be any more obnoxious? She whirled around and pointed a finger in his face. "And you're-you're-" far too gorgeous for my own good. Damn shame she couldn't just say it. But she loved Percy. She did. She just hadn't been around him recently and some of that Percy!love had worn off. It would be revived when she saw him again, and she'd stop thinking about just how yummy delicious Jason Grace was.
"I'm what?"
"A pain in the butt." Oh the things I'd like to do with your butt. She thumped herself on the head. Stop it, stop it, stop it!
"You know, you weren't nearly so grumpy back at Camp Half-blood before we started off on this Go Save Percy Mission. You were the one who insisted that we set off before the others and now you're all bitter. What crawled in your underwear?"
"Gods, I know what I'd like to crawl in my underwear."
"Huh?"
"EEP! Did I say that out loud?" Annabeth could feel her face heating up and the desire to find a big old hole to swallow her up was almost more than she could bear. And it wasn't helping one little bit that Jason was standing there with that knowing smirk, blond hair having grown out just enough so that it fell rakishly over his brow. She caught herself just as she was about to brush it back out of his eye.
"You sure did."
Annabeth did the only thing she could think of to save the situation and keep a shred of her dignity. She turned the tables on him. "You put a spell on me, Jason Grace."
He continued to smirk and propped himself against a nearby tree. "You realize we're not at Hogwarts, right? Yer not a wizard, Harry." He did a perfect imitation of Hagrid, only Hagrid probably wasn't nearly so condescending.
She had a love-hate relationship with that smirk. "You're probably using one of your father's sneaky underworld tricks."
"Which would work if my father was Lord of the Underworld. Which he isn't," said Mr. Smoldering Sexy Smirk.
"So you say, but I'm not so sure." She could feel her argument growing thinner by the moment, but Annabeth had jumped in with both feet and there was no backing out of it now. "I mean, it's not as if I have any proof or-"
Jason snapped his fingers and thunder crackled and lightning flashed.
"That's just showing off."
"Does it turn you on?" Jason asked.
"It makes me want to punch you." Then climb on top of you, rip off your clothes and do unspeakable things to you.
"Would you be doing that bit of punching in your underwear? I'd hate to get off the subject since you had so much to say about what you wanted to crawl in it."
"Argh!" She tried to pull ahead of him, walking so that he couldn't see her humiliated face. Unfortunately, he had one of the most commanding physiques she'd ever seen and he had no trouble keeping up with her. He even went so far as to pull ahead of her and walk backwards so that he could smile mockingly at her with that devil-may-care grin of his. The only bit of satisfaction she got was when he tripped over a rock and fell on his nicely-shaped ass… and he even took that away by yelling and grabbing for his ankle. She hadn't really wanted him to hurt anything except his pride, which could use a few dents.
Squatting down beside him, Annabeth reached for his ankle. "It's all fun and games until someone falls on his butt and makes an ass out of himself, huh? Let me see your ankle, you big dork."
Jason obligingly held out his foot and only gave a mild grunt of protest when Annabeth removed his sneaker. Then, before she knew what was happening, his hand tangled painfully in her hair and he pulled her towards him. His lips were on hers before she could offer a token protest. Annabeth could feel him smiling as he kissed her and she almost pulled away and boxed his ears a good one, but then his tongue slid across her lips and his arms pulled her closer so that she was straddling his thighs. One hand touched his face and her mouth opened to the pressure of his tongue. She had been kissed many, many times by her wayward boyfriend, but it had never felt like this. Jason's tongue invaded her mouth and stole her breath and made her heart beat in triple time. When he pulled away from her, she was embarrassed at the whine of protest that squeaked past her lips.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," he said.
"I-I have a boyfriend." It didn't sound like much of a protest, even to her own ears, so she could only imagine how weak it sounded to Jason. And fuck, she couldn't remember said boyfriend's name. She was reaching out in search of it only to find a blank spot in her mind. Jason had kissed her stupid. The fucker. He was even giving her a gutter-mind-the gorgeous bastard.
"Yeah, him. I guess we still need to go find Percy."
Percy! Oh thank the gods. That was his name. She hated feeling that blank spot in her mind. She was the smart one. Her mind was never blank. Clearly this was all Jason's fault. She'd do well to stay away from him.
"So, do I get to kiss you again?" Jason asked.
"Uh-huh," she found herself saying. She wasn't so sure he didn't graduate with honors from Hogwarts. He certainly had placed a spell on her; that was the only explanation she could find. A stupid spell. A please come and kiss me spell. An I'm gonna kiss you and you're gonna like it spell. And boy, did she ever like it. That second kiss was even more enchanting than the first.
Soon, she was kissing him back with vigor, and she'd stopped trying to remember her boyfriend's name, because she didn't care what it was anymore. She only wanted to lose herself in Jason's kiss, to feel his hands on her body, to run her tongue back and forth over the tattoo on his arm and search his body to see if there were any other markings gracing his skin.
"Tell me you want me," said Mr. Smug.
"Don't make me say it." She pulled her shirt over her head and felt herself grow warm as his eyes swept over her bra. She said a silent thank you that she wasn't wearing her bra that was covered in tiny Kermit the Frogs. This one was actually nice and lacy and black. And it had Jason's undivided attention. He licked his lips in appreciation.
"What are you doing? A few minutes ago, you hated me."
"I never hated you. I wanted to hate you. It was easier if I hated you." Annabeth found that she was accepting that truth as she said it.
"And now?" Jason asked with a tilt of his head and a shift of his thighs making her all too aware of the brazen way she was straddling him.
She scooted back towards his knees a bit, and gulped before she found the confidence to answer. "Now, I just want you to kiss me again."
"Am I kissing you to make you forget Percy, or kissing you to make you remember me?"
She cocked her head and stroked a hand down his cheek. "I guess that depends on how good you are."
He was good. So very good. He grabbed her jeans-clad ass and pulled her up onto his lap so that she could feel the bulge in his jeans and ground down onto him instinctively. He groaned in appreciation, and pulled the cups of her bra up over her breasts leaving them free to fall into his hands. His thumbs stroked across her nipples and she tossed her head back and arched her back pressing her tits more firmly into his palms. To her horror, she opened her eyes and saw an upside down Percy standing there and staring with his mouth agape and his arms crossed over his chest.
"We were looking for you," she squeaked.
"I'm not hiding in your bra."